The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 1740: The Eighth Set of Broadcast Gymnastics

Chapter 1740: Chapter 1740: The Eighth Set of Broadcast Gymnastics

The speaker turned out to be Ye Mingtian, but Ye Mingtian was not alone.

Beside him stood a woman, dressed in a plain white Hanfu, as if a fairy had descended into the mortal world, cold and stunningly beautiful, with an aura that seemed to repel people from a thousand miles away.

In the crowd, the woman had an inherent radiance, appearing illustrious and dazzling.

This woman was naturally Zheng Xinyi from the Zheng Family, originating from the Hidden Tower.

Legend has it that the Hidden Tower was an assassin organization from the ancient Warring States period, surviving to the present day, which sufficiently demonstrates its deep-rooted foundation.

No one knows exactly how powerful the Hidden Tower is.

But even the Hong Pavilion has to be wary of it.

"Not going to introduce her? She must be tomorrow’s bride, right?"

Ye Chenfeng asked with a smile.

"Young Master Ye, let Miss Qingxue introduce you. This is Xinyi, my fiancée."

Ye Mingtian introduced.

Zheng Xinyi, high and aloof, slightly nodded, as a form of greeting.

"Mingtian, this isn’t the first time you’ve met Miss Zheng and then interacted to develop your relationship, right?"

A crafty glint flashed in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes.

"I..."

Ye Mingtian’s expression stiffened.

"Ha ha ha..."

At this moment, a convoy of luxury cars arrived from the roadside, all members of Ye Ziling and others, conveniently helping Ye Mingtian out of the situation.

Ye Mingtian gently looked at Zheng Xinyi and said, "Tonight, let’s gather and get to know each other in advance. If you don’t like it, we can leave early."

"Okay."

Zheng Xinyi nodded.

"Young Master Ye, how about you and Miss Qingxue join us if you’re free?"

Ye Mingtian suggested.

"Alright, it’s your joyful day, you call the shots."

Ye Chenfeng agreed.

The venue was a top-tier club on this street, where Ye Chenfeng and his group entered.

"Brother Mingtian, Cheng Jingchuan, the Pavilion Master’s son from the Hong Pavilion, is also here."

Ye Zimo said.

"You guys go and invite him up here."

Soon, Ye Ziling and the others brought up a young man.

The young man appeared domineering, much like Zheng Xinyi, with an innate arrogance, his eyes clearly filled with disdain.

Cheng Jingchuan greeted Ye Mingtian, but when facing Zheng Xinyi, he lowered his stance, speaking with a hint of respect in his tone.

After a while, Cheng Jingchuan suddenly turned his gaze to Ye Chenfeng and asked coldly, "Are you Ye Chenfeng?"

"So what?"

Ye Chenfeng crossed his legs, looking at Cheng Jingchuan with interest.

From the start, Ye Chenfeng had sensed this guy’s murderous intent.

"Treasure your remaining time! Sometimes you simply don’t understand what kind of formidable existence you’re facing!"

Cheng Jingchuan said coldly.

Immediately, the atmosphere changed, and everyone looked over.

Especially Ye Ziling, Ye Zimo, and others, who watched Ye Chenfeng with schadenfreude, the implication clear: you’ve provoked the Hong Pavilion, you’re in big trouble.

"What? You’re not convinced? Is the Hong Pavilion something a mere ant like you can offend?"

Cheng Jingchuan wore a proud expression, seeing Ye Chenfeng as a dead corpse.

This was because his uncle, the Martial Fool, the top expert of the Hong Pavilion, would make a move against Ye Chenfeng after Ye Mingtian’s grand wedding.

No matter how strong Ye Chenfeng was, he would ultimately just be a corpse against an entity with one foot already in the Heavenly Realm.

If it weren’t for his father repeatedly instructing him, Cheng Jingchuan would really want to challenge Ye Chenfeng; after all, he was the first of his generation in the Hong Pavilion, having reached the Innate Sixth Layer Heavens at such a young age.

According to the information from Ye Longxiang and others, Ye Chenfeng’s realm should be on par with his, but Cheng Jingchuan had his trump cards. He was meticulously trained by the Hong Pavilion, how could someone like Ye Chenfeng compare?

Ye Chenfeng curled up a smile at the corner of his mouth and said to Zheng Xinyi, "I’ve noticed Miss Zheng has been a bit gloomy. How about I put on a show to liven things up?"

"Oh?"

Sure enough, Zheng Xinyi’s eyes lit up, staring at Ye Chenfeng without blinking.

Ye Chenfeng smiled and then glanced sideways at Cheng Jingchuan.

"Thump!"

For some unknown reason, Cheng Jingchuan’s heart suddenly sank.

"You want to do..."

Before Cheng Jingchuan could finish his sentence, an invisible pressure descended from the sky, instantly binding his body, even his soul.

The oppressive force was overwhelmingly strong, and at this moment, Cheng Jingchuan felt a real sense of dread.

It was as if his soul was being torn away, his body completely under someone else’s control.

What Innate Sixth Layer master? At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary person.

"Crackle..."

An electric current swept through, flowing throughout Cheng Jingchuan’s entire body.

Cheng Jingchuan convulsed, performing a series of mechanical dance moves under the electric current.

"One step, two steps, come on, hands, come on, feet, turn around..."

Under Ye Chenfeng’s command, Cheng Jingchuan performed a mechanical dance in front of everyone.

The entire room was dumbfounded, everyone looking at Cheng Jingchuan in disbelief.

He actually performed a mechanical dance under Ye Chenfeng’s command.

What on earth was happening?

"Miss Zheng, are you satisfied with this performance?"

Ye Chenfeng asked with a smile.

Zheng Xinyi, unexpectedly, nodded her head.

Meanwhile, Cheng Jingchuan was still dancing, and Ye Chenfeng snapped his fingers, "Alright, that’ll be enough."

"Thud!"

Once released from control, Cheng Jingchuan collapsed onto the seat.

"Ye Chenfeng, what kind of demon art did you use?"

Cheng Jingchuan, now aware, shouted in rage, ready to charge forward.

"The show’s already been lively enough, but if you want another round, that’s fine too. How about a set of calisthenics?"

Ye Chenfeng said calmly.

"You..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Cheng Jingchuan realized something, but then his body became uncontrollable once more.

"The eighth set of national middle school calisthenics... getting ready..."

Under Ye Chenfeng’s direction, Cheng Jingchuan completed a set of calisthenics.

Ye Mingtian and the others’ faces darkened...

"Ye Chenfeng, I’m going to kill you!"

Cheng Jingchuan went completely berserk, but Ye Mingtian timely stopped him.

"Brother Cheng, just give me this honor! Besides, you’re simply no match for him!"

Ye Mingtian tried to dissuade him.

Only then did Cheng Jingchuan slowly recover, but his eyes, filled with resentment, stared at Ye Chenfeng.

"Mingtian, we’ll take our leave. Tomorrow, on your wedding day, I’ll definitely send a grand gift."

Ye Chenfeng and Chu Qingxue left, and Ye Mingtian watched Chu Qingxue’s retreating figure with a complex expression in his eyes.

"Ye Chenfeng, just you wait, tomorrow night will be your death sentence."

Cheng Jingchuan thought resentfully, sending out a message simultaneously.

"Demon art? Evil techniques? Ha, they’re still powerless before a half-step Heavenly Realm expert. Indeed, it’s time to see my brother, he should be coming out of seclusion."

The Pavilion Master of the Hong Pavilion sneered upon receiving the information, taking nothing of it seriously.

...

The night was as dark as ink.

Two figures stood in a secluded area outside the Ye Family.

One of them was Ye Mingtian, who shouted discontentedly, "Why must I marry Zheng Xinyi? Why arrange all of this?"